Sunday, May 21, 2017

LANGUAGE BATTLE, A STEP BACK

Language battle is taking us back

I have noticed a bad inclination in South Africa that the language combat is something that has and still going on mostly in Gauteng since there is a blend of people and languages. I realised that some tribes often think that they are better than other tribes. Such people are not building but destroying all what our great leaders fought for. They fought for us to be cherished and have dignity but now we turn against each other. When we are supposed to be supporting each other we are busy stabbing each other’s back. 

It seems to be a proven fact that we refuse to take full a responsibility of ourselves and circumstances but we forever look for scapegoats. We necessitate to find peace within each other and treat each of us with courteous despite the language you speak because at the end of the day we are one no matter how much we could try to refute it. Instead of using the energy that we have on language battle I urge everyone of us to devote that energy on things that are imperative and things that will bring change in our lives.

             Meshack Mathe Bevhula
             Vosloorus

Sunday, May 7, 2017

I messed with the wrong one

It was in the morning when I woke up to a whatsapp text that said "I miss you and I wish to see you today". My day had already been made up. But it took time for the bell to ring in my ears because we were no longer an item since I had dumped her. Had I been a fool, surely I wouldn't have thought twice but because of my natural intelligence I refused to believe her.

I was still online on whatsapp but thinking why she decided to talk to me. "It has been long time since we communicated" , I thought to myself. As hesitating as I was I still listened to my gut that advised otherwise on responding her.

" I miss you too angel", I replied meanwhile I knew I didn't mean it.

" So when am I seeing you and kiss those juicy lips of yours", on her text she included whatsapp features that complimented her words to wipe away my attention. I was blushing when I read her text and so anxious to respond it as the conversation was starting to be intimate and intense.

"I'm free today can we meet at KFC"? I asked hoping for a good response or perhaps an alternative to Debonaires Pizza.

"I won't be comfortable, I want you by myself today. Let's rather meet by the ground of my village". She added those whatApp features again that showed tears.

"She don't know me", I thought to myself. But either way I questioned why she didn't want to come over my place instead of demanding to meet me in the bush. But because of my undying wish to see her I found myself stopping a taxi to her village and the next moment I was there.

As I walk toward the ground She widely opened her hands. She was so stunning, her face looked like she had spent hours preparing it to look glamourous. Her lips were as shinny as a gold jewellery, her eyes were on another level.

"These eyes doesn't deserve tears", I said to myself as I looked at her. I liked her outfit she went all out to charm the hell out of me. I couldn't resist her charm it was outrageous. While I was deep on my thoughts walking toward her it was like my eyes were closed and only opened them up when I felt her hands that felt like a wired cables of electricity.

When we glanced on each other I felt like a drunk old man who was asking to be directed home. I felt so small around her as I wanted for her to tell me what was next.

" Where were you all this time"? She asked me while putting her lips on mine. I could'nt answer her question, surely it wasn't a question that needed an answer and beside I wouldn't risk to let my lips out of hers. The next moment my eyes and hers were closed and I suddenly felt like in paradise and I started imagining things I never saw and places I had never been to.

I was still on the kiss when I heard two voices that called my name on my back as I slowly looked back it was two men who appeared to be her brothers. They started heating me as I remained stfaight like a street light despite the pains that were brutally injected to me.  I demanded to be let go and for her help but she shouted " Kill the bastard".

"Before I die,what am I dying for"? I shouted.I found my voice coming out even though I was in pains.

"This is the price you pay for dumping me, I do the dumping not you, is over". She said in a way of showing satisfaction as she signed to the guys that they let me go. The enduring pains of the beating was unbearable..NOT A TRUE STORY

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Meshack Mathe
Mtititi Lombard